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Same Heart, Different Chest
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The silence in his arms
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
and yesterday.
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."
I had.
I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.
In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.
Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath.
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
and yesterday.
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."
I had.
I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.
In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.
Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath.
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This is the first poem/any complete thing I've written in months. I think I might cry. 
For the always charming, ~TomorrowCrusader.
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'Friend of Silence' by ~jocosity
For the always charming, ~TomorrowCrusader.
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'Friend of Silence' by ~jocosity © 2010 - 2026 HugQueen
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You really have a soft way to make us just go through your poetries in a way so special.....you don´t use the words in a stupid or silly way....is like every words was there for a reason.......I think is so special....cause you talk about something pretty and delicate without be superficial.......like make a poetry about "love" without use the word "love"....what I most respect for sure....cause I feel exactly what I try to believe and treasure inside me....something we can´t describe or put in just one word... for looks so simple describe in one word when should be tender and without a common explanation......like your poetries....unique and so lovely....